So even the best laid plans fail. Well, they weren't the best laid, but they were planned with an incredible amount of optimism, hope, and anticipation. And yet they were no match for Murphy's Law and Mother Nature -- a lethal combination.
Although we've been married for 2 1/2 years, Bo and I have really never had a honeymoon, unless our two days in Breckenridge count before we once again parted ways. (He went back to his training in New Mexico, and I to my dorm room in Southern California). So in an effort to make up for some lost time we planned an 8-day cruise around Italy, Greece, and Turkey. I get starry-eyed just thinking about it. But Iceland's volcano apparently needed to blow its cap just before we were scheduled to go to Europe, thwarting our plans . . . and those of thousands of others.
As devastated as I was . . . and still am, it is humbling to think of the many stories that came out of that natural disaster that were true disappointments. Stories like organ transplants that were scheduled to happen, but the doctor couldn't get back to his OR; workers who lost their jobs because of strict time-frames; and schools that closed because so many teachers couldn't get back to their students. Although i can't help but wonder where my long lost cruise ship is or what i would have been doing right now on board, I guess this is the part of life where you lift your chin and say, "oh well, there will be a next time."
I want to start planning my "next time" right now...
